."Joe wasn't giving up that easily. "-oh, go on, I won't poison you." OK then, I'll be up in a few minutes."Joe went up to his flat, tidied it as best... he could in the timebefore the doorbell went. Opening the door, he invited Teresa in andshowed her into the lounge and soon joined her with a cup of coffeefor each of them."So, tell me more about yourself," Joe started.Teresa had that same uneasy look on her fact that she'd had when he'dinvited her up for the coffee."You look troubled," he. ” “No it isn’t,” Carlotta said, crestfallen, “you’ve been watching too many movies.” She got up on my desk, opened her legs, pulled aside her black lace panties and showed me. “That’s it right there,” she said. “Doesn’t look like much,” I said. “Looks are deceiving,” she said. “How long have you had this, er, ah, growth?” I said. “Since I was a little bitty baby,” she said. “Have you seen a doctor?” I said. “It’s my clitoris, Lance,” Carlotta said. “I don’t need a doctor. Surely you know that. More rustling. Grunts of exertion. And then... The first splatters seared her bruised and beaten flesh. They — she knew not how many — released their seed onto her unresisting form. Over and over she was targeted, her body painted in ropes, globs, and smears of ejaculate. Her freshest wounds burned at the contact, but when she reflexively cried out in pain the flood was enthusiastically redirected at her open mouth. She quickly snapped it shut but lacked the energy to expel, and so it slowly. Even if somehow the need to address the King’s sexual satisfaction was set aside, they did not have the staff to make up the difference.Katarin was her newest recruit, a shy country girl who ran away from a pastoral life to live with an uncle in the city. She was far too timid around King Roland, even considering the lewd things the King required of his personal maids, but finding new staff to fill out the royal apartments was a challenge. There were many beautiful girls, many girls who wanted.